We all come dressed
In our Sunday best
Expecting to be wined and dined

We're then taken to task
Without being asked
Which has happened so many times

We live and we love
Till we've had enough
Then go searching for something more

We might take it to heart
But never to far
As we are so easily bored

We reach for the heights
But get burned by the lights
Blinded to where we can't see

We bring our own bags
From relationships past
Ready to burst at the seams

We carry the weight
Of our ball and chains
Thinking it good exercise

We fall for the spiel
When they tell us it's real
When all it is is really lies